12 years. Since he Died Jericho was sat in the titan tower, marvelling at the designs of the room, he's all smiles up to his ears, he was signing excitingly to Kalea "You live here? It's so cool! I'm so jealous" returned the smile, feeling bad, they were using him to get to his dad, they nodded to all his rapid signing It’s complicated. Very complicated.

Someone had gotten hold of Jericho’s body after he was killed. Rose found out and in vengeance of his half-brother’s fate, she had decided to go find his body. Things had gone south, though, and whoever had stolen Jericho’s body had somehow transferred his spirit back into his body, ultimately bringing him back alive. Rose had managed to make it out of that godforsaken warehouse before the men could do anything to her, and she had run to Dick in a desperate attempt to get help for her half-brother.

Dick and Rose ultimately managed to save Jericho. Jason and Gar had helped him adjust to life in his own body instead of someone else’s, and Donna had offered him some psychological help with the trauma of being killed, his father brutally injured and then being resurrected in his original body and all that. You had been away for a while. Everyone knew you were crushed by Jericho’s death. You were probably the one who was the closest to Jericho before he died. Which is why no one had told you he wasn’t dead anymore. You were best friends, so it was easy to say that if you knew he was alive again, you could react both positively and negatively.

So when you finally come back to the tower and you’re met with Jericho’s soft face and familiar warmth, you’re shocked. There he was, your so thought ‘dead’ best friend, on two legs, breathing in front of you. That beanie lazily covering his head with his brown short locks falling out of it and those deep eyes you could stare at all day. A few new scars and bruises, but other than that he was the same. That affectionate, touch-starved, lively, music-loving, kind guy. Your Jericho.